If they were going to split, she’d have to be the one to leave him. His gut clenched at the mere thought. He wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough to let her go. He tightened his hold on her, willing her to stay with him, to let him have her. His cock was aching to claim her hot, moist pussy. His balls tightened in agreement.
She parted her lips and said the word that fired every nerve ending in his body, pushing it to hyper drive. “Yes.”
He didn’t speak, wasn’t sure he could. He stood and carried her into the bedroom. The light was on in the master bath, giving him more than enough light to see her. He set her on her feet by the end of the bed and slowly released her until her feet were on the floor.
Jake took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I want you naked. Now.”
Nerves had Sapphire’s stomach jumping, but she was also determined. Jake had his faults, but she loved him in spite of them. Loved his loyalty and courage, trusted him with her life. Now it was time to trust him with her heart. He’d laid it all out there, letting her know what he needed. She had to decide if this was what she wanted and if doing so would satisfy her emotionally as well as physically.
She’d come to that realization this afternoon while she’d been bagging up the clothing she’d bought when she was determined to change herself. None of it truly suited her, just like none of the men she’d dated had either. She loved Jake. And while he’d hurt her once, she had to be brave enough to take another chance on him. If she didn’t, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.
He stood in front of her with his legs braced apart and his arms folded across his chest. His biceps stretched the fabric of his shirt and his erection created a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. Big, solid and sexy. That was Jake Knight.
Curiosity had her looking around the dimly lit room. It was much like the rest of his home—masculine and functional. The bed was king-size and covered with a charcoal-gray comforter. Nightstands flanked either side. The only other piece of furniture was a chest of drawers, the wood dark and rich in tone.
“Sapphire?”
Her eyes flew back to Jake. He was waiting to see what she would do. She could see the doubt in his eyes, and knew he was expecting her to have second thoughts. That prompted her to action. She pulled off her top and let it fall to the floor. His gaze was riveted on her lacy white bra, making her glad she’d worn it instead of a plain cotton one.
“Take your hair down.” She’d clipped it back with a silver-and-jeweled butterfly barrette she’d created as part of the new line at Sisters’ Jewels. She reached behind and released it, dropping it on top of her sweater. The curly mass of her hair fell around her shoulders and down her back.
Jake’s lips tightened and his eyes practically smoldered with desire. “Now your pants.”
Her fingers shook as she unbuttoned her slacks. At the last second, she remembered to slip off her shoes before shoving her pants down her thighs. She stepped out of them and stood before him wearing only her panties and bra. Her hands fluttered nervously by her sides. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.
“Turn around. Slowly.” Jake put his hands on his hips, his gaze narrowing as he watched her like a hawk does his prey. She wished he’d lose some clothes too so she wouldn’t feel so self-conscious. This was harder than she’d thought it would be. Standing before him when he seemed so composed, so in control.
There was that word again—control. If they were going to have a relationship, she’d have to get used to this kind of thing. She turned in a small circle, letting him get a good look at her.
“Your bra.” His voice was slightly hoarse and very deep. “Take it off.”
She reached behind and unhooked the garment. She wished it was a sexy front-closing bra, but she took her time, letting the tension grow between them. One inch at a time, she let the straps fall down her arms and finally off.
Jake sucked in a breath and Sapphire stood straighter, glad he was so affected by the sight of her naked breasts.
“Touch yourself.” A command, and one she hadn’t been expecting. She’d thought he’d have her strip and get on with things. But Jake seemed to be in no hurry.
She lifted her hands and cupped her large breasts. Her fingers were cool against her bare flesh and her nipples pebbled with both the chill and her arousal.
“Use your thumbs to stimulate the tips.”
Sapphire licked her suddenly dry lips and did as he told her, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over the distended buds. She moaned and felt a rush of liquid between her thighs. Jake was watching her every move and the bulge in his jeans was getting larger by the second. Watching her turn herself on was arousing him.
She let her head fall back and concentrated on pleasuring herself. Her fingers plucked at her nipples, her palms shaped and molded her breasts.
“Offer them to me.” The dark command interrupted her growing pleasure and sent shivers racing down her spine. “Come to me.”
Sapphire swallowed hard but was powerless to resist him. She cupped the large mounds in her hands and on unsteady feet walked toward him. Jake waited, his nostrils flaring with each step she took. But he didn’t come to her, waiting until she stood right in front of him.
He lowered his head and his warm breath feathered over her skin. Goose bumps raced over her chest and down her arms. “So sensitive,” he murmured. He lapped at one firm nipple, letting his tongue twine around the turgid bud. Then he did the same to the other.
She pressed her thighs together to try to dull the growing ache building there. Her pussy was hot and wet and oh so needy. Jake closed his lips over her nipple and gently raked his teeth over the sensitive flesh.
Sapphire gasped and then moaned, her knees growing weaker by the second. She was panting for breath, every muscle trembling.
Jake stepped back and studied her. He walked around behind her and she stayed where she was, instinctually knowing he didn’t want her to move.
He leaned down and kissed the dark bruises that marred her right shoulder, but he said nothing, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t want to talk or even think about Ivan. Not now, not ever. The bruises would fade and so would his memory.
He switched sides and kissed the dark smudges on her left shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment before he straightened.
The heavy mass of her hair was lifted off her neck and she tensed. Hot breath blew over her sensitive nape. Then he kissed the tender spot, raking his teeth over it. She shivered again, capturing her lower lip between her teeth so she didn’t cry aloud.
Large hands cupped her ass and the skimpy fabric of her panties was no defense against his touch. She went up on her toes, trying to get him to touch her where she needed it the most. He laughed, low and pleased, with himself, with her, she wasn’t sure and didn’t really care.
He came around to stand in front of her, looking satisfied that she was still cupping her breasts. Slowly, he pulled off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. She licked her lips at the sight of his broad chest and rock-hard abs. Biceps rippled and muscles popped.
“Take off your panties.”
Her pussy clutched hard at his command. She was so ready for him to take her it only took her seconds to strip her panties down her legs and whip them off.
“On your knees.”
She swallowed hard, knowing this evening wasn’t going to end quickly. Jake was going to push her as far and as hard as he could, wanting to test her, to see if she would let him lead as she’d promised.
She went to her knees in front of him, her face close to the heavy bulge in his jeans.
“Put your hands behind your head and open your mouth.”